Onion the Wild Onion Trail
I will meet you there during the Madness
Agonika and the strange sacrifice that is a wildfire inviolate to the oxygen
envelope that circles the terrestrial laboratory
trans-humanism in conflict with trans-universal
one last moment to breathe
remember that the promise of the fresh air that is necessary for fire elapses and is often slipped to beggar aggressive
neo-scene universal black cloud (Jesus on Death)
the maiden Myria hides in the rocks (illusion)
her shadow shifts and reveals dense rift of rotting leaves knee-deep and running up the crack of naked granite fissure
I kneel and pray at this microbial altar
the Spirit mesmerizes the flesh
I channel ancient native chants and my higher voice echoes down to the Other
wild onion fractal
poetry and art | beat surreal dada experimental
